Chapter 37: The Great Planner
August 21 , 2014
The Kick Martini: 6 Parts Cinnamon Vodka, 1 Part Sweet Vermouth, 1 Part Orange Liqueur, 1 Cinnamon Stick.
“I have to go home for two days. It was planned before we met,” Tuck said, brushing a palm through my hair, looking me in the eyes. “I would take you with me, but this relationship with you is so fresh. Next time you can come.”
We were taking a walk from Miss Kitty’s Tudor to the Swirl Cafe, a small and hip coffee shop on Yone Street, next to the lake. Traffic buzzed by on Wenton Avenue and we were stalled, waiting for the pedestrian crossing light to flash green.
The day was bright and sunny, which seemed typical for August, but desired. I wasn’t at all unpleased with his decision to leave me behind in Erie while he flew to Cincinnat
